A Time for Play - Part 1 - Remus/himself (hint of Severus)
Title: A Time for Play (part 1) Author: nimrod_9 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/himself and Severus if you squint Kink(s): masturbation (it is May after all) Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010 Word count : 817
A/N: Radio Watford nicked from Love Actually and Remus and Severus from JKR. I hope this goes 31 days!
Remus stood on the ladder shelving the latest political intrigue novel; he still had to put away the stack of erotic anime and the current number one book on The Times best seller list. Radio Watford blared overhead in the quirky book shop. The grouping of sofas and chairs in the front of the shop were filled and a bored looking twenty-something stood at the check out. It was an interesting life for a war hero.
Some war hero Remus thought. It still wasn't legal for him to hold a job in the Wizarding world as yet. So here he was with a position in a Muggle bookshop. It wasn't truly terrible; he could get the days off he needed. His second job was slightly more fulfilling; he wrote film reviews for the local newspaper. A garden level flat and a bank account that was slowly, but surely increasing completed the picture.
With one task completed, he turned to the soft cover anime. It was really a well done series to Remus' mind. Shelve. Adjust. Shelve. Shelve. He had less than an hour before his shift ended. The mix of top-forty and alternative music gave way to adverts. He picked up the last stack of books and moved to the rack near the counter. A silky voice washed over him extolling the virtues of a sex shop call Not Just Adam and Eve. Remus dropped the books on his foot. He hopped around and held his foot while a co-worker asked if he was all right. Finally, Remus nodded that he was. His nerveless fingers picked up the books one by one and put them in place.
His mind raced. Severus, it just had to be Severus. It couldn't be anyone else with that dark, silky voice. The wily, bastard had lived! He started making a mental list.
1. Find out the frequency of this radio station so he could set his own wireless to it.
2. Owl Minerva and ask her again if you knew anything about Severus' whereabouts.
3. Wank.
When his shift ended he walked to his favourite Indian take away for an order of Chicken Tikka Masala. He walked through his flat to the kitchen where he spelled it to stay warm. First, he dashed off a quick note to Minerva and then adjusted his wireless to Radio Watford. With any luck, he would hear that advert again. His sofa beckoned and he settled onto it and he extended one leg down its length. He unzipped his trousers and shimmed them down his hips. With a well practiced move his cock was out of his pants.
Severus, part of his brain sighed. Severus and his brilliant mind, unreadable eyes, gorgeous nose (oh, the promise of that nose), and that black coffee and velvet voice. Remus' cock hardened at the thought. It always did or it had since the year he'd taught at Hogwarts. He stroked himself absentmindedly and wondered just how many times he'd fondled himself under the kitchen table at Grimmauld Place during an Order meeting. Severus had rebuffed all his advances, maybe he shouldn't have been so cautious.
His cock throbbed in his hand as he pulled harder. Severus' voice, so fresh in his mind, filled him. He swiped his thumb through the pre-come gathering on the purpling head. Remus shivered as he dragged his nail lightly down a thick vein before releasing his cock to finger his balls. They were tight; tighter than he wanted and he tugged them downward as he tried to give himself more time. Severus' voice was relentless in his head.
He moved his hand back to his shaft and pulled himself frantically. The velvet voice taunted him, encouraged him, it made him want to decorate every inch of the dark, snarky man with his cream. The wolf rose unbidden in his head. What he really wanted was mark Severus, to make him his own. He tugged haplessly at his balls and he continued stroking himself faster and harder. There was no way to hold out. His body demanded relief. He squeezed his prick tightly at the base. It bought him another few moments.
His turgid cock, jumped against his palm and he started pleasure himself again. He wanted to go slowly and tease, but was not to be. His teeth pulled at his lip and his hips rose up off the sofa. He cock pulsed in his hand even as he tried to stem the tide. Long white ropes covered his fingers and jumper. His breathing slowed and when his bones and muscles returned to normal, he cleaned up himself and the sofa. With his trousers pulled back up, he headed back to the kitchen for his supper.
Remus ate his chicken as he mulled over his next steps. He needed a plan, a good one if he was going to track Severus Snape down.